A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at

the one who picked

building with windows that had a Light green

a cup of hot cocoa in

a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

His thin stature made the hospital gown look

almost given up

had lived two months longer than the

behind him with a glass

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

Mark seemed like he had

while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

when he heard

the Evans Gardon would always be

her favorite food,”

know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the

he began to fumble in his pocket for his

stopped

he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

better not call her,” he said

to give

stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

the medicines from him and swallowed them without

nurse came in to

done, Mark looked

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He

doctor had almost

had lived two

him with a glass

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he

while, he murmured, “Today

when he heard

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and

her favorite food,” Mark

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask

to

he stopped and

seemed it was better if he

better not call her,” he said to

give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

Mark

phone got weaker and weaker until

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He

behavior was much

for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

Cecilia in his

arms and gently stroked his face, saying,

point, Mark woke

the hospital room were white,

gently closed

needed to have more

all over his body. He felt Life without

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin

foreign nurse was

return home.

those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous

couldn’t change anything for

he would never give up as long

to hate him, even if he wouldn’t

was determined to stay strong

it difficult to go back to

the bed and started to make paper planes. He

would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in

said he wanted to go there because he

pale fingers trembled

came back to

into a snowstorm on his

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he

he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed

neatly arranged the paper planes

have some of your pumpkin

Mark only actually took a

more than

his mouth, he put down the

his eyes and looked

home and have

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could

he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call from

around 4 a.m. in

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

Edwin misses you,”

broke into

silly boy,”

It was an international call, so the

voice sounded a

he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

to a girl that

the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

and

he never even dared to ask to speak to

standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two

“What happened?” he asked.

in silence. After a while, he looked up

hear this and he did a fist pump in

said with a

first day of the new year. And Olivia is a

began to stroke one of

wanted to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would

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